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boon: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Despite the combat swirling around, Brob continues to sing cheerfully, Inspiring his Vesk friend Valikar.

"Although this nasty dragon seems kinda tough
With teeth and wings; she sealed her fate with all her evil stuff oh"

Regain 14 SP

Working on a song... but wanted to get that in.

"Blast this evil dragon, come follow me!
And fire it into a fine mist of scales colored icy!"

Clever Attack bluff: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31
The dragon is flatfooted against this attack. If that succeeds, the dragon is flatfooted against the party.
Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 2 = 21

Sonic damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

And back! Things are still going to be busy for a while, but I should at least be able to post.

Brob shakes his head. "That's not something I've picked up... But really should."

Still around, but I haven't had internet access since Friday night and it's taking longer than expected :/

I've moved to using Slides only, because Google Drawings doesn't play nice with a lot of phones. I also keep a google drive with stats and formated text when I have the time to prepare. Makes life a lot easier later on.

Anyway, poking in, though the next week might be really spotty for me. I'll try to keep things updated though.

(also, I was going to shamefully skip the singing just because I didn't have time to do it justice, but just had a burst of inspiration and belted that out in 10 minutes.)

Brob moves to the Captain's chair, ready to inspire his vesk teammate. then a sudden inspiration and he opens the comms himself to sing.

"You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice those ships!
Take some free advice
Soon you will pay the price
I know

Have we met before? I thought things were fine
Our engines can roar, you'll leave this world behind
You're asking for death by throwing away
Those innocent lives, and soon you will pay!"

Oops. Forgot the computer. That would put it at a 20 to hit.
I wasn't sure what the final heading would be, but assuming the turret with a light particle beam...

Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 5) = 15

That'll do, Peg. That'll do.

Brob settles into the pilot's chair and fires off a shot at the enemy, likely wide!
Gunnery: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

That's almost certainly not going to hit at this tier, but no use using both our rerolls in the first round of combat ;)

Aye-aye, ex-captain ;) What am I doing this round again?

Next round I should even be able to provide some singing. *chuckles*

Brob -also- helps with the search, lending aid.

It looks like we've succeeded at the following:
Engineering
Piloting
Athletics
Computers

I'll roll an Assist for either Survival or Mysticism as needed.

Yeah, I'm waiting to see if I we can repeat or not. Brob has has a reasonable chance at getting the piloting or Engineering himself so he can roll independently or Assist as needed.

Yeah, I thought we were actually doing reasonably well, and it sounds like we have at least one more attempt. Brob will switch to trying to find devices; he has a pretty decent piloting if that's still available and a number of other skills otherwise.

I'm trying to catch up at the moment; parents and painting, oh my! Just to make sure, you've botted me for round 1, so we're waiting on round 2, right?

Thanks. Trying not to make a big deal, but things might get crazy. I will add bot text, but in combat Brob basically be Clever Attacking :)

I wanted to give a head's up that I'm going through some unexpected significant life changes right now through the end of April. I'll try to keep on top of things, but if I'm ever quiet for an extended period of time please feel free to bot me.

Brob smirks at Raatchet. "See? This is why you don't illegally download music! Not only does it hurt budding artists such as myself, you never -know- what you might pick up!"

Brob beams a grin. "Heya, I'm Captain Brobdingnagian, which means 'Marked by By Great Size' in my language." He gives the dragon a smile, drawing up a bit, before adding, "Just remember, height isn't the only measure of stature! Anyway, the title is ceremonial... like the festivities!"

He clears his throat and tries to recall the briefing... which seems like weeks ago. "The opening ceremony will involve some festivities to celebrate the accomplishment of opening the Lodge here. You're Naiaj's personal friend (which is suspect because she doesn't have friends that I've seen), and needed experienced agents to impress several local representatives. We're to make sure that things are as smooth as a Vesk isn't: help with security if need be but focus on keeping the lodge safe from the various factions or whatever calamity comes up." He looks around. "Is that about it?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (13) + 12 + (4) = 29

Brob spends some time gawking at the strange mixture of inhabitants before getting to work finding the way to their destination. He comes back with a wide grin on his face. "Hey, I found the way to the lodge. This really helpful... oh, he flew off. Anyway, follow me!"

He starts leading out in the (hopefully) correct direction.

The halfling chimes in. "Yeah, maybe an exchange of information is in order? I'm sure whatever data you have could be useful to the Starfinder Society, and we'd be happy to help."

Brob will auto-aid or can make a diplomacy check if needed.

I think I said it before, but as the lowest in the group, I'm also fine either way.

Brob nods to the gnome, letting her take the helm and settling into a gunner station. He'd been there before and likely would be there again as his halfling reflexes made him a decent shot. He runs his hand over the controls, waiting for the inevitable outbreak of violence that such a situation tended to bring. "So... what now?"

Did we finalize who was running Captain?

Brob appears ready to leave, then suddenly turns back to Naiaj. "Is there anything you haven't told us that we might need to know?" He shrugs. "You never know when sometimes important details slip through the mission briefing..."

Boons Slotted
Duskmire Allegiance (Ally): Yetis
Second Seekers: Luwazi Elsebo Champion, Improved (Faction)
Legacy Heritage (Personal): Halfling // Halfling Admittance
T-shirt Reroll (Promotional)
Knowledge of a Forgotten Military (Social)
Defender of the Fleet (Starship)

Also, it -looks- like we're exactly 6.5. I'm fine playing up even though I'm the low-level in the party. Whatever the group prefers :)

Yeah, let's do that. (Like I said, they all sound the same ;))

I need to swap Brob's up. I think he'll use Defender of the Stars (if that's the 1-99 boon.) but all the names are too similar. ;)

I realized that Brob had 3k credits available, so I bought him a Spell Gem of Life Bubble for the party. I also got him a Mk I Dex Augmentation, but if anyone has other suggestions for gear, let me know.

Brob feels a bit awestruck by the amount of celebrity power the group is fielding. Even though he's a few short steps from being one in his own right, it's still like being among some of his heroes. He instantly recognizes Charli and Neon, though even Raatchet gives him pause. "Hey, weren't you on Live Action Extreme!? I loved that..."

He looks around as the mission briefing turns into an informal social club. "I suppose a few of you may have heard of me, but for those that haven't, I'm 'Brobdingnagian', which means 'marked by great size' in my language. That's a bit of a mouthful, so you can call me Brob or Captain Brob... the title is really honorary, anyway."

First, you aren't wrong; I hadn't updated Captain Brob's forum statline since I played him on PbP last. He's level 5 and fully updated :)

Second, Naylor's look at Starship roles pretty much matches mine. Charli actually is the best gunner for the group it appears, so having either of the Envoys in the Captain's chair or a gunner makes sense. The only mechanical difference is Charli could use Orders as Captain and have a better Demand as opposed to having a +3 bonus to gunner over Brob. Either will auto succeed their Encourage roll. If Charli has an IC preference, Brob will take the other role.

Starfinder: Where putting the least competent person aboard the ship as Captain actually is a valid strategy...

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

The halfling seems oblivious to... whatever... as he looks through the briefing notes. "Well, that doesn't seem very welcoming." He smiles widely, looking at the rest of the group. "I don't have any starships that would really be much more use than either the Pegasus or the Drake, though I do have a few improvements I can make to the loadout."

He returns to scanning over the information. "Low temperature... I don't suppose anyone can use Life Bubble? That might be useful. I expect we're going to be entangled in exactly what we were told to avoid, but who knows, we might get lucky..."

Thanks for running. It was a lot of fun despite the delays! :)

Brob wipes the sweat from his brow as the team victoriously emerge from the Warehouse of Death, thinking about how it could have turned a lot worse. He makes sure to key in the lyrics to the new songs he created, then reports to the VC. "Hopefully this all helps and we haven't prompted a Pact World-incident. But I suppose any adventure you walk away without your head being tranformed into a tentacle is for the best."

Perform musician: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Updated and messaged!

Brob tries unsucesfully to hit the Magenta Half Orc but continues singing! Get'em
Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 1 = 9

"Die here, Die Drow!
There is no other place you'd rather be?
Die here, Die Drow!
On this dark world we will make history!"

"Who would have thought this was coming?" Brob quips gamely, before lifting up his voice.

"The woman on the comms talked about a slaughter
By the time we'd passed her by
Maybe at the next "rave" they'll sing about
How she failed and we're still alive!

We're alive and waiting waiting
We're alive and waiting for this!"

Is the Drow Prone AND in cover? If not, I'll target her, if so, target the injured Half-orc

attack vs EAC: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 1 = 20
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Get'em on my target for a +1 to attacks for everyone until next round

Brob catches his breath, a bit winded but otherwise unharmed from the exchange. "I think that getting out of here alive with the goods would suffice. We still have a drow around, remember? Speaking of which, once we're rested up, we should probably get moving."

Brob notes how the enemies continue to fall and sings on!

"One night in Nightarch's like a roller coaster
The bars are hopping but the stay ain't free
Make peace with gods if you're among their roster
And if you're lucky you'll avoid Death's fee
I can feel Pharasma looking over me."

Attack EAC: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Get Em / Attack

Getting the crunch in now to move things on. Will song update later

Attack vs EAC: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 1 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Brob Gets 'Em on Grimillak and fires on the tentacle head!

Brob sighs as combat inevitably starts... though this time he was expecting it. He was NOT expecting a half-orc with a tentacle for a head, but took that in stride, calling out:

"Nightarch, quite a dark setting
And the city don't know what the city is getting
The creme de la crime of the under-world
In a showdown with a Society of Starfinders

Oh my, doesn't seem a minute
Since the warehouse had more live halforcs in it.
Things change don't you know that when you
Fight at this level we'll bring down the venue
Like it's Golarion, or Damiar, Iovo or...
Or this place!"

Standard: Inspiring Boost on Bakoyo to return 9 SP, Move: Get Em (+1 to attack) on Tentacleface

Brob will pass on loading the album. Stealing someone's music really isn't his thing.

Also, I think that we should set the light to a level Brob can see ;)

I'll take point
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 + 1d6 ⇒ (13) + 9 + (3) = 25

Brob spreads his hands. "Well, we're a disparate group of armed action hero types that just took cleared out the top level of drow guards. You're welcome to check on that if you don't believe us."

Brob helps pass the time by whistling and snapping his fingers quietly on the elevator

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 4 + (4) = 15

Brob winces sympathetically at the fact they are ruining the vesk's careful attempt at subterfuge, but the solarian wasn't running a good con despite the props he attempted to use. "Actually, we're the start of a joke. A vesk, a ysoki, and a halfling walk into a bar..." He glances at his own rifle. "Seriously though, do armed slaves tend to be allowed to roam freely without supervision? Rhetorical question, of course." He pauses a moment. "You don't seem to like Villyth, do you?"

Culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Culture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Brob nods knowingly, though he doesn't clearly have anything to add.

reflex save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
reflex save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Brob staggers back from the bevy of grenades, but manages to avoid part of the damage. "My these guys were really looking to spend some credits in a futile attempt to stop us..." He smiles despite the twang of pain.

He glances down at the unconscious guards. "So what do we do with these guys?"

Back from my convention, and picking a fight over the rhyming of Drow (cow vs crow ;))